25th Hour
Look at this. He's alive.
This dog, you call it bull pit?
No, pit bull. That's no pit bull.
I don't know what he is. Bet he
lost somebody some money, though.
- Give me your gun.
- Shooting him? Are you sick?
They left him out to suffer and die.
They threw him out
the f***ing window.
- Terrible. People wait for us.
- They're used to waiting.
Poor little guy.
Jesus, I think he broke his hip.
Sh*t!
F***. He's got a lot of bite
left in him.
Bull pit is not playing with you.
- No sh*t.
- Come. You want police coming?
They used him like a f***ing ashtray.
Bunch of a**holes.
- Let's get him in the trunk.
- What?
There's an emergency vet just here.
I like this guy.
He tries to bite your face off.
He is meat.
You want dog, I buy you nice puppy...
Why the f*** do I want a puppy,
Kostya?
Where you go, Monty? Wait.
I not go near bull pit, Monty.
- This is disgusting.
- I told you. It's not a pit bull.
He's a good dog. A tough bastard.
He wasn't lying down for anybody.
- Sometimes you very stupid man.
- If we wait longer he'll be dead.
That was a mercy thing. He's not
ready to go. He wants to live.
He tell you this?
It's like a baby, OK? They don't
b*tch and scream like that.
They see the doctor
coming with the needle...
- It's good for them in the long run.
- You have no baby.
I can't even talk to you, Kostya.
C'mon, you son of a b*tch.
Quit standing there.
F***ing help me out here.
Distract him for me or something.
Go on.
I'm trying to help you,
you little prick!
Come on. Quien es mas macho?
- Monty es mas macho.
- What gives in your little head?
Little of the tricks, the quicks.
Boom, bam, he's nabbed!
Little tricks, quicks.
You are bleeding. Bites.
Dog's blood.
Learn to relax a little.
Live a little.
You have hole in neck
A little love bite
Rule number one.
You cannot grab half-dead animals.
We have people waiting for us.
People with money.
You want to play this cowboy.
No, dogboy, in middle of highway.
Dogboy? Funny, Kostya.
You mastered the language.
You're bad luck.
You bring bad luck on me.
Everything that can go wrong
go wrong. It's not you and me now.
- It's you and me and Doyle.
- Doyle?
- Doyle. Doyle's Law.
- It's Murphy.
Who is Murphy?
Who's Doyle? It's Murphy's Law.
Whatever can go wrong will go wrong.
- Him, yes.
- Yes, him.
What's up there, Monty?
Hey, Doyle.
Easy, Doyle. Easy.
Easy. What do you want, Simon?
I'm hungry.
I woke up an hour ago, I was hungry.
So? Go up to 110th Street.
I can't go up there.
Put that away.
I'm not looking for a mercy pop
or anything.
I'm done, Simon.
This morning, I was shaving.
I cut myself, look, four times, man.
C'mon, Monty, give me a break.
I can't go up to Harlem. Look at me.
The yo's,
they'll eat me alive up there.
I'm out of business, Simon. Take your
jones elsewhere. Leave me be.
Are you afraid
that I'm going to nark you out?
You know who I am.
You're not listening. I got touched.
OK? I'm over. Game over.
Five years I've been coming to you.
- Five years.
- Get out of here.
Get the f*** out of here.
Fine. I'm leaving.
No need to get all nasty about it.
But I'll remember this.
Alright? I'll remember this.
- What's his name?
- Doyle.
Hi, Doyle.
Excuse me, sir.
Can I help you? Hello?
- Hello?
- Sorry, what?
- Do you have an appointment?
- No, no. I used to go here.
I have to ask you to leave.
And take the dog.
Yeah, OK. We'll just be a minute.
- No dogs on the school grounds.
- OK. I understand.
Check this out. He's alright.
Look what a little punk I was.
- In the middle with the ball.
- I guess you weren't the centre.
No. No. I started, though.
Freshman year. Varsity, point-guard.
- Yeah?
- I still hold the assist record.
No. Marvin Ray
broke the record last year.
- He did not.
- He did, too.
- Are you sure?
- Positive. I coach the girls' team.
Well, we were undefeated that year.
Then I got kicked out for fighting.
- It all fell apart.
- Too bad.
Listen, you know
where Jacob Elinsky is?
He's an old friend of mine.
"Now let us sport us while we may
And now,
like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish
in his slow-chapp'd power."
"Let us roll all our strength, and
all our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures
with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life."
our sun stand still,
yet we will make him run."
Good.
That's good. An excellent reading.
What do people think?
What's going on here?
- Luke?
- Can I go to the bathroom?
- No. You went 20 minutes ago.
- I have a bladder infection.
The poem.
To His Coy Mistress.
Andrew Marvell.
It's not real deep or anything.
The guy wants to get laid
and he's telling her to give it up.
Excuse me. One minute?
- What's going on?
- Who's that?
Look who's here.
Sorry to drop in on you.
Just want to talk to you a second.
What's going on?
- What is this, going on here?
- Teaching my class.
- In a circle like that?
- Yeah.
That's cool. I like that. Class.
Sorry to interrupt.
Little change of plans.
I gotta see my father tonight.
There's these people.
They're throwing me
kind of a... going-away party.
So maybe you
and Frank could meet up somewhere,
maybe that place with the... things
that Frank goes to.
- I'll find you later.
- OK.
- Yeah?
- Of course.
She's cute, with the red shirt.
I think she's giving me the eye.
- How do you do it? I don't know how.
- See you later.
Maybe, like, midnight, I think.
- Midnight? Midnight's OK.
- Yeah? Alright.
Come on, Doyle. Have a nice day.
Sorry about that.
Oh, Christ.
Do you have a minute?
Sure. Yeah, come on in.
I thought that no students were
allowed in the teachers' lounge.
I won't squeal on you.
Yeah. Take a seat.
What can I do for you?
- Why did my paper get B-minus?
- It's what you earned.
No one else in the class can write.
We all know it.
Forget them.
You're not competing with them.
But I am. OK? I am competing with
them. When I apply to colleges,
they look at these things
called grades.
- If they're not good enough...
- Your grades will be fine.
Vincent Miskella writes about
his grandmother dying
and you give him an A-plus.
Meanwhile, the night of the funeral,
know where Rhodes scholar Vince is?
Getting smashed at a basketball party
and slapping girls' asses.
What is that?
A charity A-plus?
Everyone always writes about
their grandmother dying.
You know why?
Not because it's so traumatic,
because it's a guaranteed A-plus.
And you're all sentimental.
"Very powerful, very moving."
No, it wasn't.
You didn't care. I didn't care.
Nobody cared. That's what
grandmothers do, they die.
Sometimes... guys have a hard time
showing their emotions.
So, slapping my ass, that's his way
of mourning his grandmother?
What did your mother say
when you got that?
When I got what?
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